12-30-2024, 10:19 PM
== I forgot to mention that Callan is in uniform. Is Beno in uniform or civvies? ==
The time was passing and the ale was sinking with equal ease, and Callan was enjoying casually observing the comings and goings of the people in and out of the bar. He was watching a mild argument at one of the dabo tables when he heard a voice close by, possibly talking to him, so he looked around.
He saw a dark haired woman, a little shorter than him, who looked human other than two symmetrical sets of delicate brown spotted patterns that ran from her temples down either side of her neck. Callan’s basic exobiology module at the Academy told him that she was likely a Trill. He’d never met a Trill before so this was interesting.
"I can detect the smell of the San Fran air," Her way of saying hi. "Fresh from the Academy waiting for your first assignment?"
She ordered a double scotch as Callan replied to her queries.
“Why yes I am, how could you tell?” he asked in his lilting Scottish accent.
"I am Beno here on down time before the next assignment." She extended her hand for the traditional handshake.
Callan smiled and shook her hand. As he saw her choice in beverage he nodded approvingly, glanced at the chronometer over the bar, and gestured to the bartender that he wanted to be served too.
“I’ll have a Springbank Longrow whiskey if you have it barkeep?” he asked. To his surprise, a minute later a glass of the single malt was set on the bar before him.
Well who’d have known, the best Campbelltown distillery trades out as far as Bajor?
“My name’s Callan and yes, I’m here to join my ship, my first assignment. Your drink order just reminded me to check the time and this is a little tradition of mine. Back home on Earth, my family will just be celebrating Hogmanay, and we start with a wee dram in memory of all those who have passed and are not with us for the New Year. Will you join me in a toast?” he asked the Trill with a smile.
== Tag Beno ==
The time was passing and the ale was sinking with equal ease, and Callan was enjoying casually observing the comings and goings of the people in and out of the bar. He was watching a mild argument at one of the dabo tables when he heard a voice close by, possibly talking to him, so he looked around.
He saw a dark haired woman, a little shorter than him, who looked human other than two symmetrical sets of delicate brown spotted patterns that ran from her temples down either side of her neck. Callan’s basic exobiology module at the Academy told him that she was likely a Trill. He’d never met a Trill before so this was interesting.
"I can detect the smell of the San Fran air," Her way of saying hi. "Fresh from the Academy waiting for your first assignment?"
She ordered a double scotch as Callan replied to her queries.
“Why yes I am, how could you tell?” he asked in his lilting Scottish accent.
"I am Beno here on down time before the next assignment." She extended her hand for the traditional handshake.
Callan smiled and shook her hand. As he saw her choice in beverage he nodded approvingly, glanced at the chronometer over the bar, and gestured to the bartender that he wanted to be served too.
“I’ll have a Springbank Longrow whiskey if you have it barkeep?” he asked. To his surprise, a minute later a glass of the single malt was set on the bar before him.
Well who’d have known, the best Campbelltown distillery trades out as far as Bajor?
“My name’s Callan and yes, I’m here to join my ship, my first assignment. Your drink order just reminded me to check the time and this is a little tradition of mine. Back home on Earth, my family will just be celebrating Hogmanay, and we start with a wee dram in memory of all those who have passed and are not with us for the New Year. Will you join me in a toast?” he asked the Trill with a smile.
== Tag Beno ==